68 3.8 Liar

When Oliver woke up again, his mind was so disoriented that he couldn't remember what he was doing before. The familiar ceiling of his room entered his sight and he groaned at the sluggishness and bone creaking ache all over his body. What the heck was he doing before? It was like he had just been ran over by a—his eyes flew open abruptly and he shot up sitting. In an instant, soreness spread through his hips and a weird sensation lingered in his butthole. Oliver grimaced. Colors drained from his face and he probed around the back of his neck in panic, only sighing in relief when he found the intact gland patch there.